Jay Cinco Age Novels & Stories

**FIVE YEARS LATER** "How old are you?" the Blades member asked, his interest piqued. "I'm eighteen," Jenny replied, trimming about five years off her actual age. She flashed a charming smile at the tall, broad man sitting across from her, his long black hair framing a tattoo-covered physique. She mentally catalogued his tattoos for any potentially useful information. "Just turned eighteen a few days ago." "Can I see an ID?" he asked with a grin. Though Jenny was actually twenty-three, she always claimed to be eighteen since the men she encountered often preferred her to skirt the edge of legality. In the past, claiming eighteen sometimes even disappointed them, suggesting they hoped for som

Those words always touched Hattiea's heart with no efforts but yet at the same time it made her question Jayson's intention behind his desperate wishes too. Why does he brings up marriage all the time? "We still have time for that to happen, don't you think-" Hattiea uttered but just before she could have completed her statement properly... The door's slammed open pausing her sentence. Her eyes followed the sound and there was standing a lady in her mid 20s on the doorway of Jayson's office. Tiara Johnson, aged 24. Hattiea knew her as she had been one of their agency's most successful supermodel in past 4 years.

I wouldn't mind fucking her. Ow, Jade what are you doing? She slept with Jackson, remember. And I immediately shooke that thought away from my head. The spatula in her hand was completely still, even though the eggs in the pan were already starting to burn. "Oh, hey," she said brightly, like we were friends. "You're already going to school." I didn't answer. I opened the fridge to grap some soda. She turned to look at me. She was maybe twenty two. Tops. Probably a little bit older or my age, twenty. But I knew Jackson wouldn't risk to sleep with an underage. He loves his reputation more than anything.

Chapter 7 Nikita Jones POV Hi, I'm Nikita Jones 20 years old, I was adopted as a baby and grew up with my amazing parents Joy and Seth Jones when I was five, they had my sister Ella Jones. When I turned 18, I searched for my birth parents I found out they died in a plane crash, and it’s said that the entire family died so I gave up.

Chapter Forty-Seven Epilogue One TWELVE YEARS LATER Jaxson I never thought my life would be this perfect, I have four beautiful children and my oldest girls are turning eighteen tomorrow and they will have the chance to find their mate or mates, it’s said that sometimes twins will share a mate, or they will have their own mates, I’m kind of anxious to see what will happen with my girls and what the little shit or shits will try to get away with.

he said with a grin. Jayson was a lively five-year-old, with his mother’s striking hazel eyes and a mop of dark brown curls that tumbled over his forehead. His chubby cheeks and ever-present smile gave him an innocent, playful look that charmed everyone he met. Curious by nature, he was always full of questions and eager to learn about the world around him. Despite his youth, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes—a spark that hinted at the same determination and sharpness that Anabel possessed. Though small for his age, he carried himself with a confidence that made him seem older, always ready with a cheeky grin and a laugh that could soften anyone’s heart.

Five Years Later "Mom! I'm done!" Colt Hayes sat at the kitchen table, his bowl of macaroni half-empty, his school tie already crooked despite Clara having straightened it ten minutes ago. He was five years old now, with chubby cheeks that dimpled when he smiled, dark hair that stuck up in the back, and honey-colored eyes, his mother's eyes, everyone said, but he was the perfect replica of Cassian, the nose, the jaw, the face, everything.

“Or… if you want… stay a bit longer and we’ll go straight to my apartment. Don’t worry, you can shower there and all that.” “No… no, better come pick me up. Tonight will be clear… full moon,” I whisper, barely audible. I notice Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks nervous. “Today… isn’t today March 19?” he stammers. “No, sir… it’s the 20th.” “Impossible!…” he mutters, jumping in his chair. “I remembered something… will you teach me tomorrow? I have a very important commitment today,” I add, adjusting his tie as if suddenly suffocating.

I replied, his hopeful expression turned into an annoyed scowl. Jayden was a couple of years younger than me, in his late twenties, making him a couple of years older than my sister, Lydia. Our families had known each other for ages, and Jayden had been in our lives ever since I could remember. He took over his father a few years after I did, they owned hotel and restaurant chains across the world.

he asked in confusion. I smiled at him and took the chocolate bar from Jason "Happy Birthday Baby!" It took a minute for Junior to process what's going on then when he finally realised, his face lit up. He took the chocolate from my hand and said "Thank you Mommy." I kissed his cheek. Jason then sat beside Junior, he picked him up on his lap and kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday Buddy.” Junior kissed Jason on his cheek and replied "Thanks Dad." "Oh My Jesus! My baby is now 5 year old." I said.